I am back — after almost two months. It has been a very hard time for me. I lost my dad this month. I have always called him ‘Daddy’, and even as an adult have not been embarrassed to do so because it was such an endearing name to me. I loved him so much, and he definitely was (and always will be) my hero. He had 95 very good years, and I know that I was very blessed to have him for such a long time. He was a wonderful husband to my mother and just the best father to my sister, brother and me. He worked hard most of his life and provided all we needed. He loved us all. He was a World War II veteran. Above everything he was a good Christian man. I can honestly say I never heard him speak anything unkind about anyone. Any words I use to describe him here pale in comparison to the man he was. After my mother passed away, Daddy married again. When I would call him, he would let me talk with his wife also. Then when he got back on the phone, he would always say “I’m back” in the sweetest voice. The last time I was with him before his recent illness, he looked me in the eyes and asked “When are you coming back?” I know I won’t be back to see him here on this earth, and I won’t ever hear the words “I’m back” from him again. I will miss him terribly. But I know one thing for sure. My dad would not want me to be sad and mourn for him forever. He would want me to go on with my life and be happy. He lived a life that let me know that although he is not physically here with me, he lives on and makes a positive impact on my life because of my memories of him. Because of the life he lived, I know he is now in a better place. As a tribute to my dad, I hope I will have many future posts which will be ‘happy’ posts.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. – Psalm 30:5
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